Sunday 16 May 2004

A treasure chest. Without treasure.
A clay vessel. Without water.
An apple. Without meat.
An apple without meat. Becoming more and more dehydrated.
A perfume bottle. Without fragrance.
A life. Without Christ.

Empty. Empty. Empty.

So much for promises. So much for anything at all. So much for professed love. So much for ideal worship.

All emptiness. Empitiness.

Forgotten.
Forgot the look.
Forgot the voice.
Forgot the touch.
Forgot the tiles.
Forgot my way.

Forgot.

Please don't forget me. I have nothing left. Dun forget me please.

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